I love my girls. I feel so much better after a night out with Kelli and Amy... I know I'm going to be okay.

On the whole, I'm not quite sure what to make of things lately... I keep going in circles with how I feel about certain things... it's complicated. Thank you Augsburg College for coining the phrase that will now dominate my life. "It's more complicated than that!" They also like to, for humor sake, tack on this line at the end of that phrase, "...and it's different in the South..." but for some reason I did not feel that was an applicable addition in this particular situation.

I sat outside and read today, and I realized... I really effing love the greenness and I love my backyard and I love huge trees. Wherever I end up living... there WILL BE FOLIAGE. That is all.

Quote: "Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keep things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!" - Owen Meany

Later days.